Saturday, March 8, 2008

thank god he broke the fucking mold when he made us

humans
aren't
treasures
in
clay

they
are
more
like
slime
in
clay

mud
pinatas
filled
w/phlegm
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.